"September has come, it is hers whose vitality leaps in the autumn..."

I'm ready for a changing of seasons. In so very many ways.

I'm ready for fall, with reds and golds and cool temperatures and that particular woodsy smell that can't be captured in a Yankee Candle Company scent. Ready for vanilla and pumpkin and cinnamon and caramel. Ready for apples, and pumpkin patches, and indian corn. Ready for corduroy, and tweed.

I'm ready for a changing of the guard. For new people, and faces, and things. Ready for something different, because I can't keep going with where I'm at.

I'm ready to feel better about things. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Come on seasons. Let's go.

Wer jetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr.
Wer jetzt allein ist, wird es lange bleiben,
wird wachen, lesen, lange Briefe schreiben
und wird in den Alleen hin und her
unruhig wandern, wenn die Blätter treiben. 

-- Rainer Marie Wilke